“Yes, and we’ll give the instructions,” said Miss Bossem; “that is, if you are willing.”
“Of course,” answered Miss Helpem, “but what I meant to tell you is that Miss Shesa is going to form a class for children.”
“What a lovely idea!” exclaimed Miss Bossem, passing on into the clinic.
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“Can’t I Go, Too, Doctor?”
“Doctor, I’m getting quite tired of being here,” complained little Ibee to Doctor Surecure, when he met him in the corridor one day about three weeks later. “Of course it’s dandy to see so many banged-up people, but I’m nearly well. My arm aches only on rainy days, and I can wiggle my fingers fine.”
“Good,” smiled the doctor. “I’m thinking myself that we’ll be parting with some of the Brave family soon. Your mother and sisters are to leave us Saturday.”